A few of the disciples who remained came out of the robe selection hall, dressed in different colors of robes, their eyes were full of joy, and they sat on the ground as instructed.

There are more than 100 newcomers who come today, and there are only a dozen left, and those who do not pass will be immediately repatriated, and those who pass will be conveyed by the old man who holds the boat, and there is no need to wait.

This parting may be a few years, or even decades, but for those of them who want to send their children to the Tao, it is nothing, and they still kneel and pray to the heavens, because in their eyes, this monk who can fly to the sky is an immortal, and can have opportunities and a future that they can never perceive.

They are willing to gamble, even if they lose, they will still return to dust for a hundred years, and children can pursue their own immortality and have more lives.

The newcomers who were selected from within it, there were a few small-eyed children who were lifeless, their eyes were dim, and they were resolutely sitting with thin figures, and the old madmen who looked at it couldn't help but show their waves.

Several figures appeared in the sky with a few rumblings, one was a young man in a white robe, the other was a middle-aged man in a black robe, and a few strangely dressed people landed on the top of the mountain, all looking at the newcomers dressed the same as them, some happy, some frowning.

However, the process of selecting people is based on the preferences of each peak master, requiring them to look at them one by one, and make a decision only after seeing the appearance in the mirror image and the performance of all aspects, and there is no need to come in person.

They waited for all the disciples to have been tested, and they all bowed politely and left with the disciples who belonged to their own peaks.

Here, there is no choice of robes left, and the only person who writes his name is Li Shuishan.

Li Shuishan sat cross-legged on the ground, got up and exhaled, then raised his steps and slowly walked into the hall.

"The temple needs to be clean, wide and out, and all soldiers and swords need to be placed outside, this is the rule. ”

Li Shuishan blinked his eyes and retreated, pursed his lips and said bitterly: "My sword is tightly clasped on my back, I can't take it off for some reason, if my predecessors don't believe it, they can help me." ”

took off the green cloth on his back, and slowly threw it on the ground, revealing a peachwood sword with runes bubbling under the light color, an iron sword with a silver texture, and a bronze sword Xuanying with a murderous complexion, shocking the disciples of the surrounding Fa Peak, and swallowed their saliva.

The white-haired old man's eyes were like light, and the sword intent in his hand was actually weakened a little, and he slowly put down his dry palm, a little too anxious.

Fashan stood up with fluttering sleeves, as if he had seen something that he had not yet understood, but he did not care and spoke.

"I've never seen this sword. ”

Immediately, he sat down hurriedly, thought repeatedly, and saw that the old madman was secretly happy proudly, threw out a wind, and continued to wrap the green cloth on it, and sparks appeared in his eyes, and knew that he had obtained a treasure.

Fashan's silence and inaction made Fashan's heart unhappy, and there was a chill in his eyes, the old madman stared at him with gritted teeth, eager to rush up and bite a few bites, and when he saw such a look, he waved his hand to allow him to enter.

The robe hall is colorful and mysterious, red, yellow, blue and green make up for the eyes of the old man on the fairy wind bone, exuding brilliance, if you are not mistaken, it is the person with yellow eyebrows that day, and it seems that it is indeed unified with a kind of yellow.

There is an eight-clawed golden dragon in Dianmen Mountain, with eyes the size of a small bowl, with fine scales, and a snort that spits out the water, but under it there are many outcropping human heads, holding water and worshipping the sky.

Li Shuishan left

When I went in, I found that it was extremely simple, only a small mirror of the same kind, bending the water, and the rolling waterfall flowed from within it, and entered the bronze mirror.

On the other side, there is a blurred figure of an old man, looking at the young man from the inside, with a little kindness and comfort, this person is half exposed, with a brocade yellow cloth on his body, holding two streams of water, one along the neck around the waist to send water, and the other spirals up into a coiled snake swallowing dragon.

Li Shuishan's mirror image reappeared, and the people inside it kept the same appearance, and the next moment they were tightly pulled into an illusory space, and what they saw was a pair of pupils, which gradually expanded, and I don't know how many times they were magnified, and they were pushed out.

After that, a few words came out.

"Seeing people, there are blessings and curses, heaven can't do it, you should leave. ”

"When I saw the soul, it was fruitless, and I left. ”

The robe on the old madman's body outside the hall has a kind of luck entangled, the fabric of the blue robe remains unchanged but the texture inside it is moved, seeing an old man point out of thin air, moving the four corners of the seven-story stone tower, changing the Tibetan peak under his feet, the wind behind him is whistling, messing with his hair, and another disciple appears in it, which is not clear.

In the next moment, the old man dissipated, and the anxious old madman scratched his ears and cheeks and rubbed his robe, and his steps were unsteady.

"Old horseman, don't you want me to have a disciple in Zangfeng? I'll fight with you. ”

After speaking, he rushed up, wanting to tear his robe, Fashan shook his head in a daze, he also didn't know the reason, and even when he was pinched and probed, he was blocked, frowning and not understanding, he saw an old face flying, followed by a big slap, snort, snort is a few times, and in a blink of an eye, they scuffled together.

The old man sighed and didn't care.

"This old madman doesn't have any idea of how to do things. ”

After scuffling for a while, Li Shuishan stretched out and touched the still flowing waterfall, and slowly absorbed his thoughts, wanting to see the old man's face clearly, but unexpectedly saw a new world.

There is a little man sitting on the ground drinking, he touches his beard, he sees the waterfall flowing, there is a crane turning his head to peck, and in the small pit irrigated by rain, there are small shrimp jumping, leisurely holding feathers and scratching their ears.

"Hey, you're wrong. ”

When Li Shuishan stood in place, he was already wearing a blue robe, and the curly thick clothes inside it were torn to pieces, printed with stone tower ghosts, this voice was a little old, and the three swords were covered in it, because they were loose, they couldn't see the exposed sword body.

The old madman was playing happily, sighed, pinched his robe that had changed a different color, kicked open the wine jug on the ground, and flew back to the ground with a smile, the temperament of the whole body suddenly rose, and he stood in front of the temple gate with a lofty spirit waiting for his precious disciple.

Fashan didn't change much, at most he couldn't bear the pain and touched his old wine jug, wiped his tears, didn't look like an old man, sat on the ground, took another sip violently, his eyes were full of broken flowers, and then rushed down to fight with the old madman with his bare hands.

The yellow-robed disciples were dazzled, and every one dared to step forward to stop them.

Li Shuishan walked out with a steady step, pinching his cuffs, which were wet by the waterfall, so he shook off the water stains, who wanted to fall on the braincase of Fashan twisted on the ground, the old madman grinned with a smile, and took him to the stone tower behind him with great interest.

I heard Fashan who had just climbed up behind me shouting.

"You illiterate thing, look at Lao Tzu next time

Don't go to your Tibetan peak to play in the sky, suck up your spring water, and dig out your treasure. ”

The old madman pandered.

"Suck it, suck it, dig it, dig it. "

On the push and shove put Li Shuishan into the famous tower, here is the pure land of inheritance, on which the stone plaque is heavily painted, "one eye three clear, no confusion, no irritability, no desire".

There are a lot of small wooden signs hanging next to it, mostly upright italic blue characters, plus the yellow card wood grain at the bottom, "light pen ink, there are many are not very much, and many sentences are difficult to understand." I choose three of them to be pure, one is not chaotic, that is, to adjust my state of mind before entering the stone pagoda, to prevent not knowing what to do and losing oneself; the second is to spread out the robe on my body evenly, and look elegant, so that I can have the appearance of a disciple of his peak; third, it is the most carved into the bones, do not seek liberation with the ** of mortal dust, do not have to pursue what immortality is the inevitable seeking, do not think that under the curse of heaven can compare with all things. ”

The few sentences of the lettering seem to be a bland narrative, but in fact they have a strong irony, Li Shuishan looked at it carefully, and he still felt it well and understood it.

The famous tower seems not to be high, there are three floors, the green smoke rune is sealed with white faces, and the two dragons swim in the water for thousands of miles, but they melt a little cold from the water, as if they see that there are water dragons in the hot springs, this is a kind of spirit, even if it comes from the heart.

It's not just Li Shuishan's view, but all the new disciples will have such an idea, which is indeed very unique and flavorful.

When I entered it, I saw the mist dragon that surrounded the air, soft and weak with monstrous water, a dark yellow color pulled up from behind, and a half-cut blue jade stone, dented and inclined five-finger prints.

Li Shuishan walked in and took a look, raised his palm slightly, hesitated for a while and pressed on it, the mist dragon on it appeared vividly in the blink of an eye, the two empty eye sockets were smooth and full, and a small wind was spitting out, rolling the water vapor in front of him into a light rain.

The rain fell on Li Shuishan's hair, but it could only be slightly moistened, and the bright ghosts on his robes opened their eyes and looked at the mountains with their buttocks cocked, and they moved.

The timbre of the little milk made the old madman who was still outside eager, stomping his feet for a while, pinching his chin and thinking for a while, wanting Li Shuishan to give him another huge surprise.

"If it is really vivid, can not only uplift the Tibetan Peak, but also strengthen my majesty, I will treat him as a treasure, and immediately become my big disciple, providing good food and drink. ”

"Drink the elixir and jade liquid, taste the mountain spring runoff, I can get one leg if I break it. ”

The little dragon inside blew up, but it still collapsed, and gradually became impotent, and fell into the palm of his hand.

Li Shuishan raised a finger to touch its dragon horns, and saw that it opened its eyes, burrowed into Li Shuishan's body, and indulged silently.

The old madman slapped his palms, a little disappointed, more than half an hour had passed, and he still hadn't noticed any reaction, looking at the sky as gentle as usual, he knew that there was no play.

Fashan smiled on the side and said smartly.

"As I said, he is not fit for the path of monasticism, so don't delay him. ”

After this sound, a red glow appeared in the sky, curled up, a rain fell, the stream boiled, the insects and beasts rejoiced, the ghost breath on the old madman's body was more green, and the old madman's big teeth were bare, and he ran away, screaming in his mouth.

"My precious disciple. ”

"I love you to death. ”